Run run away Don’t let him mess with your mind He’ll tell you anything you want to hear

[godofcologne]

Characters: Thomas and Justine
Time: Backdated to a few days after the showdown at the CCC/Blackstone
Location: Hard Rock Hotel - Thomas' room
Content: Vampire, heal thyself... Or be a whiny human about it all.
Format: Some mix of brackets and prose.
Warnings: It's Thomas and Justine, what else do we warn for? (warning: angst. possibly adorable fluff.

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[thefeelingsburn]

[ Too late, Thomas.

It wasn't hard to hear him stirring from the other room, and Justine was at his side almost immediately, gently taking the bandages from him. She gave him a soft smile as she started unraveling the material, but couldn't seem to keep the worry out of her voice when she spoke. ]

You won't heal if you keep this up.

[godofcologne]

[he flinched away instinctively when she appeared, but a heartbeat later Thomas realizes that something is very wrong (or very right). The Hunger hadn't reached for her with mindless, instinctive desire. He stares at her, visibly shocked, and only a few seconds later realizes her words.]

I've lived through worse.

[thefeelingsburn]

[ She sets to redressing the wound, frowning deeply as peels the bandages back and gets a good look at it. This isn't right. It should be further along than this by now. ]

It's not normal.

[godofcologne]

[he looks down and the shock turns to a frown as Justine peels the bandages back. No, it didn't look right at all. A possibility occurs to Thomas and he leans in, for the moment ignoring the fact that Justine is trying to fix his bandages, and catches her lips in a slow kiss.

he's testing a theory. or something.]